One shift, the night curfew begins.

The groom's bang sounded, and no one walked on the street.

Most of these merchants in the neighborhood live in shops, two-story small buildings facing the street, the first floor is used for business, and the second floor is for people.

Liu Langzhong's pharmacy is an exception on this street.

She was the only one who didn't live in the store and closed the shop in the afternoon and went home.

The sign of Gaojia Distillery has not yet been taken off, and the tofu factory next door to it is run by a young couple.

The young daughter-in-law sat on the bed sewing clothes, but saw her father-in-law like a dog, sniffing around the house.

"What do you smell?"

"Do you smell a smell, scent?"

As soon as he said this, the little daughter-in-law also smelled it, and it was really, a special fragrance.

"What does this smell so fragrant, like what kind of meat is burned? Don't be the ghost next door—"

"Quench! Why do you say this? The man interrupted in time, thinking that these days because of the haunted rumors next door, which has affected his business, he can't help but be upset, and warned his daughter-in-law inwardly, "We were also blessed by Boss Gao at the beginning, and how outsiders chew their tongues is their business, we can't say it." ”

The little daughter-in-law didn't dare to say any more, but felt that the refreshing fragrance in the house was becoming more and more obvious.

Separated by a wall, it is inseparable from smashing open the mud bag, revealing the lotus leaf chicken inside.

Qingqing took a deep breath, it was too fragrant.

"The materials are complete, but it's different."

The lotus leaves and seasonings are all provided by Liu Langzhong, and the lotus leaves that should have been used for medicine are used to wrap chickens.

It was roasted fragrantly, with a few dishes bought at the Five Flavor Restaurant, and the two of them sat cross-legged on the ground to eat dinner.

These two people have no intention of following the local customs at all, regardless of how many meals a day the people here, the two of them have three meals a day behind closed doors, especially after not going up the mountain, they have to add some supper snacks or something.

Qingqing, who claims to be a "not picky eater", gave comments on these dishes.

"The saltwater duck has a fishy smell of waterfowl, the tamales are old, this eggplant that I don't know what it's called, it makes Baden smell, and it's still so expensive!"

When she ordered, she didn't even dare to order something she hadn't heard of, picking and looking at the familiar ones that she could guess what it was, she was already very cautious, and she was still not satisfied with the food.

Qingqing has been here for so long, and finally tasted the ancient "takeaway", which I originally wanted to solve in the restaurant, but I was afraid that I would miss the highlight moment of ghost hunting, so I asked the cook to fry it and bring it back.

"This is a bad eggplant, and sake lees are used in it, and you don't like the taste of sake lees if you think it's unpalatable, but the level of this dish is still online, and it's better than what some big restaurants in later generations do."

Do not leave to explain to her the method of this dish, the eggplant is pickled first and then put on the lees to seal the altar, the yellow and translucent, the longer you put it, the purer the taste.

"It's not as delicious as the eggplant sauce you made." After eating thousands of mountains and rivers, it is still more appetizing without leaving the cooking skills, and you will feel like you are at home after taking a bite.

"It's just a little home-cooked food that I make, which means that you're not a picky eater." Don't leave to tear the chicken leg to her.

For this kind of pure sycophancy, which is obviously a calf, Qingqing is very useful.

"I'm really not a picky eater, and I'm very easy to feed - why is this snowflake cream so unpalatable? It was so hard that I almost lost my front teeth. ”

"I'll make you an improved version of the ice cream when I go back." Do not leave the pride in the bottom of the eyes.

He was not afraid that his daughter-in-law would run away at all.

Can she be separated from him, can her stomach be separated from him?

It's still early to eat, and there is no other entertainment, it is estimated that the "ghost" will come back later, Qingqing and Buli will rest in advance.

Not long after lying down, the sound of squeaky bed boards came from the tofu shop next door.

Qingqing felt that the arm she was pillow on stiffened.

At this time, it seemed a little embarrassing not to say anything, so Qingqing worked hard to break the silence.

"Maybe it's the next door cleaning."

"The wrongdoer who is a monster ~ hurts people ~~~"

A coquettish cry passed through the wall.

There was a deathly silence in the room, and Qingqing felt that the thin-skinned little man next to her was about to petrify.

In ancient times, there was no mobile phone TV, and it was okay to be idle at night, but there was only such a little leisure and entertainment activities.

After that, it was a bit uncontrollable, and the little couple on the wall let go of themselves and shouted more than a flower.

A carp sat up and cursed silently against the wall.

"Poof, hahaha!" Qingqing was amused by him and laughed silently.

After a while, the next door was finally quiet, and he didn't leave the middle finger in his heart against the wall, that's it?

Although he didn't say a word, Qingqing was able to make up for his inner activities at the moment, and it was so hard to hold back his laughter.

This is the venue that limits his play, if it weren't for the important business tonight, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and give the pair next door a performance, what is the real technique!

This damn desire to win, Qingqing wants to laugh again.

Finally, the next door was silent, and the room was quiet, and the cold moonlight poured in through the window lattice, and there was no one on the street.

The night was getting a little deeper.

In the quiet night, there was not even a sound of insects, she was close to his heart, his regular heartbeat became the best lullaby, and Qingqing fell asleep in a daze.

"Knock, knock!"

A fast and slow bangzi woke Qingqing from her sleep, as soon as she moved, her arm around her was locked, and in the moonlight, she couldn't leave her clear eyes.

"I slept for a long time?" Qingqing asked in a low voice.

"Just after the third watch, nothing happened." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a slight sound from the door downstairs.

They both sat up and looked at each other.

Here it comes!

A figure dressed in white flashed in, with long hair draped over his face, carrying a white lantern in his hand, tiptoeing into the room, his nose moving, as if he felt that something was wrong.

Why is there a different smell in this house, it smells so good?

"Grunt~" White Shadow's stomach grunted cooperatively.

He muttered quietly, "It smells like a roasted duck, it's so fragrant."

Qingqing on the stairs looked at her with a smile, and said silently with her lips: "See, the 'ghost' also likes your cooking skills." ”

Buli made a heh expression, he is not rare!

Bai Ying lit the lantern, and on the white lantern, a big word "miserable" was written on the red pen.

Qingqing read it and wanted to complain a little, why write miserably, write the word "wrong", the effect will be better, right? It can't be that there are too many strokes, you can't write, right? Then this "ghost" is too stupid, stupid and greedy.

White Shadow pulled out a strip of red cloth from his pocket and continued to mutter.

"It's too scary to come out at night to hide from the husband, hurry up and finish it, I have to nibble on a bun when I go back, and I don't know where the roasted duck came from, I smell that I'm hungry."

Bai Ying held the red cloth in his mouth, and the strip of red cloth hung down from his waist, looking through the lantern in his hand from a distance, like a tongue.

"It's boring to just gnaw on the bun, come up, my sister invites you to eat lotus leaf chicken - bones."

Qingqing originally wanted to be generous about lotus leaf chicken, look at the leftover chicken bones on the lotus leaves, hey, there is no meat.

"Ahhh What the hell!!! The white shadow let out a scream, and turned around to run.

Regarding the dishes of the dregs and marinade series, I just thought of something when I wrote it. I still remember the annual meeting of a certain year, a table of authors, with the expression of eating bad chicken, can distinguish the north and the south, one side of the water and soil to raise the other side, which is very fun

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